Disclaimer: None of the characters in this story belong to me. They belong solely to Joss Whedon. I just borrow them and toy with them a bit.
Characters: Willow and Tara
Other: Femmeslash, not for da little kiddies.
Author's Note: This chapter may be a little boring until towards the end. I just wanted to get explaining everything out of the way, then it really gets into Willow and Tara, and how Willow finally gives Tara the proper 'homecoming'. LOL!! And I know everything isn't just so with the series. Like with Willow's black eyes and Spike's chippy, and what not, but I'm just writing it the way I think it would be perfect. You know, from my perspective. And from my perspectice, black eyed Willow is hott... And I apologize for all of the grammatical errors. I never really have time to proofread before I have to post it and leave again. So bear with me please. This is a really long chapter... I also wanted to say that if you're a Harry Potter fan, I have a Ginny/Hermione Femmeslash in the making. So, that should be pretty exciting. Enjoy, and don't forget to review. I always love hearing from you all!!
The next day wasn't as fun as the last, but still it had it's 'perks'. Willow was in a generally bad mood, which ruined all of the plans Tara had of her homecoming... And everyone else just walked around awkwardly, exchanging awkward glances, awkwardly avoiding Willow at all costs, and donning awkward smiles most of the time. Tara was going insane, she had to stop this.
"Will...?" she said, as Willow walked passed her, sitting at the dining room table.
Willow stopped, and looked at her. "Hmm?" she asked, almost dazedly, and not angry in the slightest.
"What's going on? Why aren't you talking to anyone?" Tara asked, surprised at Willow's lack of angry tones, and looks.
"Because no one's talked to me. I'm fine. Really. I am. I deserved what I got, although I am rather surprised at your reaction. I've never been so turned on by the way. I just have questions that need answering, and a proper homecoming for you... Then I'll be just fine." Willow winked at her girlfriend, and sat down next to her at the dining room table, and rubbing her thigh descreetly.
Tara giggled. Now that's the Will she knew. Her Willow. Her fiery redhead. No one messes with her Willow. That's what she had to teach Kennedy. Willow wasn't, and never was, Kennedy's. She'd always been Tara's. Kennedy had just been a substitute in her absence, and that's always been a fact. As bad as that made Tara feel, she couldn't help but get a slight bit of a guilty pleasure from it. That must be Tara's bad side roaring it's ugly head. Willow could always bring out the best, and worst, in her.
Hearing the giggling, and light conversation, Buffy decided to chance talking to Willow. "You okay, there, Will?" she asked, edging into the room.
Willow turned from Tara smiling broadly. "Yeah, fine. Why? Is something wrong?"
Buffy shook her head. "No, no. Everything's okay. I guess everyone assumed you were angry about Kennedy, and all... But whatever, if you're not, that's good. I mean, yeah, we all love Ken, but we've loved Tara longer. But that's not really a good topic. Let's switch, shall we?" Buffy's nervousness made both the blonde and the redhead giggle. Buffy sat in a chair on the other side of the table.
"I'm really alright, Buff. I mean it." Willow said, taking Tara's hand into hers, and stroking it softly with her thumb.
"Okay. I believe you." Buffy said, relaxing slightly. "But we still have Spike and Angelus to deal with here... I mean, we can't just keep them locked up in the basement forever."
"Ah, speaking of which. How did you actually catch Angelus the first time?" Willow asked.
"And the second, since Dawnie and I were absent." Tara chirped in.
"Well, the first time, Tara warned us, so we knew to look out for him. It just so happened that he had been tailing me after you led him to my house. The Angel inside of him forced him to, you know, with the whole loving me, deal." Buffy started to explain.
Tara's eyes widened in horror. "Oh goddess, I'm terribly sorry... I really didn't mean to lead him to you, and I hope he didn't hurt you. I didn't even know you lived there. Something just drew me there, and--"
Buffy cut Tara off with a raise of her hand, and a wide smile. "Stop right there missy. I don't want you feeling bad that you've come back to us finally. He didn't hurt me at all, and had it not been for you running into the house, we never would've known he was evil anyway, and he could still be out there, ravaging, raping, and pilaging. It's all thanks to you, and your brilliance, so I'll have no apologies."
Tara turned a deep red, and looked at hers and Willow's clasped hands in her lap, shyly. She never knew what to do with compliments, so she just accepted them with her famous crooked smile, and puppy eyes that could melt the cruelst of hearts. Despite that she didn't know what to do with them, she liked them all the same.
"So how'd you do it, then?" Willow asked, giving her shy blonde's hand an affectionate squeeze.
"Well, we got a tip off from Spike that Angelus had been tailing me, so I left for patrol one night, hoping he would follow. As expected, he did, but he thought I had gone alone. Earlier, I called Faith, much to my dismay... Xander completely said no, but ofcourse, he knew it was the only thing to do in the end. I didn't want to call Kennedy at a time like that..." Buffy paused, hoping Willow wouldn't freak about the mention of her, even though she'd already been mentioned quite a bit without such a reaction. Willow just gave her an encouraging smile, willing her to continue. "Well, I was walking through the cemetary, and jumped in front of me mumbling something about how he'd have no problems if the love Angel and I shared wasn't in the way. Just another reason for him to want to kill me, is all." Although she acted nonchalant about, everyone could tell that it all upset Buffy deeply.
Worriedly, Willow left her girlfriends side to sit next to her best friend. She rubbed her arm soothingly, and spoke softly. "Continue." she urged.
"Well," she said, sighing slightly. "As we all know, he attacked, and just as he had gotten the upper hand, Faith jumped out, and kicked some Angelus butt, and we locked him, unconcious, in the basement."
"And how did he get free after that?" Tara asked from her lonely spot all the way across the table. She missed her girlfriend and she was right in front of her. Now that they were back together, Tara didn't want to spend a single moment not touching her Willow. Although Willow felt the same, her best friend needed comforting, so she had to be there. She'll make it up to Tara when they can finally and truely be alone.
"Well, no one is positive, really, but everyone suspects Spike, really. I mean, it was probably a set up with them two the entire time. It went along fine, until you two came home unexpectedly, and foiled their evil deed. They truly are idiots. They told us everything they planned to do. They wanted to kill everyone but me, and Dawn. They wanted to keep Dawnie alive to force me into doing their bidding, after they'd turned me into one of them first. Apparently, they could rule the world with a slayer on their side." Looking slightly depressed again, Buffy paused. "But whatever. The second time, we all just ganged up on them, pretty much. It was a long, hard fight, but hey, it always is when you're fighting for and against someone you love."
Willow could feel those words cut into Buffy, and it was Buffy that had saidthem. She always had a way of beating herself up over anything. Even if it wasn't her fault. Giving Buffy a tight squeeze, Willow said, "It's fine. It's over. And none of it is your fault. We just need to decide what to do with them."
Buffy stiffened slightly. "There's really only one thing left to do..." She looked at the floor, and Tara swore she could see tears threaten to escape, but Buffy blinked them back quickly.
"No, Buffy, you can't do that... Not after all you and them-" Willow stopped mid-sentence. "No, have Faith do it, or something."
"No Will, I should... It's only right." Buffy frowned.
Tara had a look of utter confusion on her face that made Willow smile, in spite of the recent topic of conversation. "Am I missing something?" Tara asked, blushing slightly.
"I have to stake them both. Angel's evil turning is becoming a nuisnace... It's getting too risky to let him roam around, just getting to be evil and what not, whenever he wants to. And now that Spike's handicap is apparently no longer working, he's also too dangerous. I left him with a lot of rage... Two of my ex's, whom of which are both still madly in love with me, are trying to turn me evil, and enslave me. Hmm... Sounds like a typical day in the life of Buffy Summers, helpless romantic, and closeted vampire slayer-slash-shagger." Buffy said, imitating Gile's accent with her last word.
Willow and Tara both giggled, but it was kind of awkward. Then Willow started to talk to Buffy again. "Can this conversation continue another time. We have a guest of honor. She's not truley home without a proper welcome home."
Buffy's mood brightened instantly. "A party! Right now, I'll make phone calls. Will, decorate, and make it fun. It'll be all of our closest friends! This'll be so fun. DAWN!!" she shouted, rushing off.
Tara was flushed red when Willow looked at her again. "You know you didn't have to do that..."
Willow smiled. "I know, but this gives us time to kill as you're waiting for your reall homecoming, tonight." Willow said slyly, as she advanced on the blonde almost stalkingly.
Tara smiled devilishly. "Really." she said, snatching Willow by the hips, and dragging her to her. Willow tangled her fingers in Tara's hair, and began playing with it, as Tara looked up at her. "I can't wait." She ran a finger down, and then back up Willow's inner thigh. Unfortunately, she was wearing tight jeans, so that's all she could do.
Willow sighed, and savored Tara's touch. Oh how it's been too long... So long, that Willow almost said fuck the party, let's go upstairs right now. "Baby, it's stuff like this that's going to make this party almost impossible to get through."
Just then, they heard Buffy calling to them from another room. "I see no decorations yet, let's go!! We've already got people on their way over, and someone get some refreshments, and food!"
The two wiccans giggled to eachother, and started taking care of what needed to be done. Willow hanging biodegrateable decorations, that appeared out of thin air. She would've just gone to the store, but there was no time. And Tara went into the kitchen to pull out as many snack foods as possible, including doritos, cheetos, fritos, tostitos, and any other kind of 'itos' you could think of.
About halfway through the party, everyone convinced Buffy to go out for a beer run, and there was music, dancing, laughing and everything that Tara had expected there to be the day they arrived and foiled Spike's and Angelus' plans. It felt good to see everyone again, all together, and having a wonderful time at her expense. She even got to know Faith slightly more than origianally. Faith had confessed that she had wanted to know her, but shyness always kind of scared her. They laughed about it, and moved on.
But when ten o'clock rolled around, all Tara and Willow wanted to do was spend the rest of night, and perhaps the rest of eternity, alone. It had been too long, and they waited all day. The anxiety was killing them both. They needed to feel eachother's embrace once more. In private, they called the nearest hotel, and rented a room for the night. If they wanted any longer, they'd just do it there.
Making their way to Buffy, on the middle of the dance floor with Faith, they stopped her. "Hey." Willow called over the music. There weren't many people there. There was Giles, Willow, Tara, Buffy, Anya, Faith, Xander a few of Xander's work friends, and some of Buffy's friends. But still, the music raged, and droned as loud as the stereo system would allow. "Tara and I are going to head out!" she yelled.
"Okay, are you going to be coming back tonight?" Buffy yelled back.
"Probably not. But we'll see you tomorrow." Willow replied.
"Alright, then." Buffy danced over to Tara, hugged and yelled in her ear. "Welcome back, everyone definately missed you."
Tara flushes once again. "Thanks. I missed you all too. And thanks for all of this. It's really sweet, thanks for a great time." Buffy almost didn't hear her because she talked so low.
Buffy waved her arms. "No big deal. Now go be with your girl. I know that's what you two've been waiting for all day." She blew a kiss to them as they left, and that's when Willow suggested that she might be slightly intoxicated, and Faith might actually get lucky tonight. Willow and Tara snuck out the back door, laughing at the notion.
Arriving in their empty hotel room, Tara collapsed on the bed as soon as she got in. She took a deep sigh, and said, "Oh boy, that was fun. Overwhelming, slightly, but fun none the less. I think I'm exhausted." She glanced at Willow with an innocent smile on her face.
Willow, grinning widely, closed and locked the door. "Honey, you think you're exhausted now? You just wait until I'm done with you."
Tara sat up as Willow advanced on her. "Oh really. You think you have the endurance to keep up with me?" she giggled out.
Getting to Tara, she managed to say, "I can definately try." before her lips were immersed in Tara's, and they slowly lowered themselves to the bed. Everything hit the floor at once, Willow's bag, Tara's bag, and Willow's keys. They lay off the the side, and forgotten, as the lovers were completely encircled in eachother.
All other thought had left Willow's mind. The only thing there was was the desperate urge to have every part of Tara. Every part touching her, every part beneath her lips. The entire time everybody thought Tara was dead, Willow was just bidding her time. Somehow she knew that she would be able to love this woman so passionately again, that it was the only thing that kept her going. That, and the loveless sex that her and Kennedy shared. But that was over. Tara was back, and at Willow's mercy. Willow closed her eyes and chanted under her breath, levitating them both. It was a trick er and Kennedy discovered at one point. Sex was so much better with the feeling of weightlesness all around you, and only feeling the person you're meant to touch that way.
Straddling her girlfriend's waist, Willow pulled Tara's shirt off a little roughly. Tara didn't care. She'd probably be the same way, had it been her undressing Willow. Tara's mind was passion incarnate as every touch of Willow's skin on hers drove her need for her fiery redhead deeper. She ran her hands up the insides of Willow's thighs again, only this time they didn't come back down until they had successfully undone Willow's jeans, and were pulling them off of her.
Both girls were so eager to do what was inevitable, that some articles of clothing had gotten ripped in the taking off process. In fact, right when Willow had her pants taken off, she tore Tara's bra from her body, and it flew across the room. Leaning down, she kissed Tara again, so passionately that it caused an involuntary shiver to erupt through both of them at the same time. Then Willow turned to Tara's ear, and started to work her way down. She trailed light kisses from Tara's lobe, down to her collar bone, letting her tongue slide the length of it, and then kissing her way downward still. Reaching Tara's right breast, Willow stuck out her tongue and licked the half erect bud lightly enough only to dampen it. Then she blew cold air on it, and bit lightly on the now fully erect bud.
Tara moaned, and arched herself into Willow, savoring the feel of her everything lying on top of her, and just touching her in general. Static shot through her as Willow switched her attention to Tara's left breast, and repeating what she had just done, causing the burn between Tara's legs to heighten immensley. Her need for Willow was growing so strong, that soon enough, there would be no stopping, for any reason. At all.
Tara reached up, and began pulling Willow's shirt up, just as Willow started to unbutton Tara's jeans. Briefly stopping, so the shirt could pass over her head, Willow finally got Tara's pants undone. As she started to pull them down, excitement, and anticipation shot through her like thousands of volts of electricity coursing through her veins. It's been far too long...
It was all Willow could do not to just dive in before she even got Tara's pants off completely. Not that Tara would've cared, but Willow wanted to tell her how beautiful she was first. Crawling back up to Tara's ear, Willow whispers, "Did you know that you are the most beautiful creature that I have ever seen on this earth?"
Tara smiled shyly, and retorted with, "Then obviously you have no mirrors in your house, because I'm staring at someone with beauty so radiant, that when set next to it, it makes the seem as dull as a candle."
Willow kissed her girlfriend again, and her hands roamed her naked body, reaquainting herself with every scorching inch of her. Finally, when their kiss parted, Willow trailed her kisses back down Tara's body. She stopped briefly at Tara's bellybutton, just long enough to circle it once, and then continued her mouth watering quest once again.
Willow's mind was set now. She wanted one thing, and only one thing now. She had her resolve face on now, and nothing would stop her from getting exactly what she wanted. Tara. She wanted Tara. And in the most intimate way possible. She wanted to hear Tara's cries of ecstasy reverberating throughout the room, as she lapped up all of the sweet juices she produced. She wanted to know what her love tasted like once more, not that she had forgotten before, which made her want it all the more. She needed to taste it again.
Finally arriving to the heated place between Tara's legs, Willow began to tease her with her fingertips, running them up and down the length of her dripping womanhood. Tara moaned pleadingly, and clawed at the air, hoping that would help in some way to feel the ecstasy that is sure to come. Willow didn't want to tease her too bad, but a little more would suffice. She stopped teasing her with her fingertips, and ran her tongue along the length of her once.
Instantly Willow's tastebuds burst with delight, and Tara moaned once more, begging, "Oh god, Will. I need you so bad." Willow didn't need telling twice. Immediately, she drove two fingers deep within her lover, and started to pump slowly. Tara arched herself into Willow, forcing Willow to taste her once again. And once again, Willow didn't need to be told twice. Picking up the pace with her thrusts, Willow started to draw small circles on Tara's clit with her tongue, in time with her thrusts. Tara's moans grew louder and louder, as Willow's speed escalated.
Tara's mind was reeling. It had been so very long since Willow had touched her in such intimate ways, that she felt she could burst with happiness and ecstasy. Her vision clouded, as wave upon wave of pleasure wracked her entire body, signifying her release. Still, Willow was relentless, and drank every last drop of sweet honey that Tara produced, until Tara produced that sweet honey, at least, three more times.
When Tara was spent, and Willow's mouth was slightly sore, Willow came back up to let Tara taste herself on her lips. Tara kissed Willow with hunger. Apparently not as spent as Willow had origianally thought, she tore Willow's bra off of her, and immediately immersed herself in making the left nipple erect, while her fingers made their way down Willow's stomach. Just as Tara's hand had gotten passed the waistband of Willow's panties, Tara flipped them quickly, so she was on top, and Willow was below her.
Willow gasped at Tara's relentless attack with her tongue on her erect bud, and could almost yell out for more. Sensing this, Tara trails her hand back down Willow's stomach. It stops to linger just before the waistband, and Willow arched her hips into Tara's hand slightly for encouragement. Slowly, Tara peeled the lacey panties from Willow's skin, teasingly. Which wasn't fair, because Willow barely teased her.
As soon as the fabric got low enough, Willow just kicked them across the room herself. Tara giggled, and nibble Willow's earlobe as her hand stroked Willow's inner thigh. Willow moaned softly at the soft sensations prickling their way throughout her body. "Goddess, Tara." she gasped out. Tara's tongue moved to slide into Willow's ear, just as her fingers delved into Willow's womanhood, ever so slightly. She stroked her wholly a few times, as her tongue worked magic with her ear, and then she stopped stroking right when she felt Willow's erect clit beneath her fingers. Immediately her fingers move in a circular motion, in time with her tongue in Willow's ear. Willow arches her body upward, and moans loudly. Her speed picked up as her mouth explored other places on her body. She left love bites of large proportions on Willow's tender flesh, near her breasts, so she could hide them in public.
Willow was writhing with intense pleasure as her climax neared. Tara's circles became larger and faster, and Willow almost couldn't take it anymore. Finally, muscles began to spasm, and waves of orgasm flooded through Willow, with her crying out Tara's name as loud as she could.
Tara wasn't done there, though. It wasn't fair the Willow got to taste Tara, so Tara propped herself up on her hands an knees so she hovered directly over Willow's body. She stared into her redhead's fierce green eyes, and Willow stared into Tara's electric blues. "I've missed you so very much, my love..." Tara whispered.
Willow cradles Tara's cheeks in her hands, as Tara hovers above her. "I know, baby." Willow says back to her. "But it's okay now. We're together again. And we'll never let anything separate us again. Ever."
Tara smiles, and kisses Willow softly on the lips. How can you not believe a face as cute as that. Then, once again, her mind is on tasting Willow's love, after waiting so long. She crawls backwards, and pries Willow's legs apart, smelling her musky scent with anticipation. Her tongue lapped up what was left of Willow's last release, and immediately started working at another one. Tenderly, Tara played with Willow's sensitive clit, flicking her tongue back and forth, on and off of it. She bit down on it ever so lightly to hold it in place, and began to flick it with the tip of her tongue as fast as she could. Not long after, Willow screamed her name again, in another release. And again, and again, and again... Tara went until Willow was almost begging her to stop.
When they were finally through with exploring, and ravaging eachother's bodies, they fell with a slump back onto the hotel room bed. Exhaustion taking over, they crawled up to the pillow's and lay their heads down wearily. Climbing under the covers, and covering her beloved up, Tara entangled their legs together, the consequences of their previous actions still evident on their legs, and inner thighs. Not to mention, they were both covered in sweat, and eachother's spit. And laying in eachother's arms, holding eachother close, not a worry in the world, they drifted off to a land where what they had just gotten done doing wasn't yet over...